BigLittleWolfCat

BigLittleWolfCat t1_iyjfvog wrote

It’s funny, I have had 3 pits. Between my friends and acquaintances, I know probably 15 pits, within that group, probably way way more. I have never heard anything happen with either of them. Have a heard horror stories about pits? Yes. I’m not arguing that. I’m arguing that pits are being targeted by bad people in general. Bad people=bad dogs

I for one am way more scared of humans than any pit I’ve ever met. Statistically, you should be too

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BigLittleWolfCat t1_iyjfdeu wrote

LMAO are you alright? I’m not “ignoring” statistics and news articles. They are just a small part of a much bigger picture. I actually acknowledged them, and counter pointed them. Unlike your tactic to just yell bloody murder and hope that “loud=right”

You decide to cling on to a few facts you dig up that you can pile on that sad, sad hill you decided to die on.

This is your brain on fear-mongering

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BigLittleWolfCat t1_iyje733 wrote

I believe news stories alright. Do you believe news stories about humans doing awful things? My point being, this breed is being picked up and mistreated by awful humans (the most dangerous breed of all) and thus there are understandably more cases with them. If abusers decided on poodles or labs some day, then they’d be in the news instead. Regardless, you seem like you’d rather focus on whatever fits your narrative than common sense, so good luck with that I guess. I’ll continue with empathy and love, you do you

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BigLittleWolfCat t1_iyjavsn wrote

This has nothing to do with the breeds, but the humans using and abusing them, and targeting those breeds for dogfights and other aggressive “jobs”. Any dog breed would be a danger in that case. Humans filled with hate and lack of education, like yourself and Thot-face, kills far more people every year. Gonna clutch your pearls over that too, Karen?

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BigLittleWolfCat t1_iyc0aed wrote

Yes! Thank you! First time I went there I felt like something out of the bag from Fantastic Beasts. I rescued two pet pigeons, took them in a cab from Brooklyn (pretending my cardboard box next to me was definitely not cooing to a highly suspicious driver). The storefront looked more like a bodega than anything, I was greeted by a seagull by the door, was nearly run over by a small army of equal part chickens and ducks, while a giant almost-featherless parrot turned its head sideways in a quite judgy way. A symphony of different bird sounds and smells filled the air. I tiny lady, almost bird-like herself, appeared, wearing an apron with a chick poking out of each front pocket and a crow on her shoulder. “Ah, you’re the one that called about the pigeons? Just put them on the counter, we’ll take care of them”. I dropped the cargo so I could head to my shift I was already late for. As I left, a goose hönked. I will never forget that place

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